02-22-2021, 12:48 AM
(The night of July 1st)
As Nyxxa waited by the fountain she usually created in her vivid green dreamscapes, she had found herself playing her flute to keep her nerves calm. Yet, wasn't just the thought of delivering the news of Noristraza's fate that worried her.
There was a strong pang of guilt as she felt that she was going behind Eralaz's back, despite his own reassurances. In a sense she was betraying what her new friend had asked of her. But. The young elf and his red dragon companions knew the location of the Burnt Grove, and might deem to check on it themselves rather then going off the words of a satyr. If the situation was left to it's own devices, a lot could go wrong- and in all likelihood she wouldn't be able to be there to mitigate the damages.
Thus, she would take the risk to trust him with this. She only hoped he would listen to her advice on the matter, much as she hoped he could trust her in Nori's rescue.
Suppose this will be the proving grounds for both of us.
As Nyxxa waited by the fountain she usually created in her vivid green dreamscapes, she had found herself playing her flute to keep her nerves calm. Yet, wasn't just the thought of delivering the news of Noristraza's fate that worried her.
There was a strong pang of guilt as she felt that she was going behind Eralaz's back, despite his own reassurances. In a sense she was betraying what her new friend had asked of her. But. The young elf and his red dragon companions knew the location of the Burnt Grove, and might deem to check on it themselves rather then going off the words of a satyr. If the situation was left to it's own devices, a lot could go wrong- and in all likelihood she wouldn't be able to be there to mitigate the damages.
Thus, she would take the risk to trust him with this. She only hoped he would listen to her advice on the matter, much as she hoped he could trust her in Nori's rescue.
Suppose this will be the proving grounds for both of us.